When I was a kid I used to watch my father get ready in the mirror. He used to get dressed and the last thing he always did was tie his tie. I don’t know if he saw me, but I’d constantly watch him ready in the mirror. I remember being so proud the first time I learned how to tie that first tie knot by myself. That moment to me was priceless.

Indeed, the first time you wrangle together a presentable knot is a special moment. It’s a portal into adulthood—a badge of honor you wear until the next time you attempt a double Windsor and mangle it royally.